Twenty-Eight
Since Ruthie had gotten nowhere with her attempts to get news coverage, she brought everything to the mayor’s office. Copies, of course. She didn’t trust him not to set them on fire if they didn’t suit his ad campaign.
He scanned her one-page summary first.
“Bank robbers?”
“I know it’s not exactly what we learned in school, but—”
“Don’t matter. It’s a dead issue.” He shoved the page back to her. “I’d advise you to put this back in the box and walk away.”
“Mayor Shipp, we can’t just sweep something like this under the rug.”
“You want to be the one to tell people around here their ancestors are bank robbers who changed their names? Good luck to ya.”
He sat back and folded his arms across his chest.
“I thought, since you’re the mayor, you could help people understand. Le
